Difference between revisions of "Logs:Settled Enough"

It's a ground weyr they're stationed in, Leova frustrated when E'dre shows up, Vrianth even more so. "They were going to let us out yesterday," the greenrider says to her clutchmate, pacing, just one of the tiny twins held up to her shoulder with the other nowhere in sight. She doesn't make introductions. "Not that I like flying with them. But. How're you? What's the news?"

"Are you seriously going to ask that of me right now?" E'dre counters, moving in and looking around quickly. "This place is not for your family. Fine. A ground weyr. But this place isn't set up /right/." He bustles around and pushes some chairs and a table around, talking as he rearranges. "I mean, really, Leova. Reaches hasn't changed. I brought a gift." He settles the table on the complete opposite side of the weyr and settles into a chair. "It's clothes." Of course. "And some blankets. Now. Bring me that baby, please? I haven't cuddled a newborn in a long time."

"Reckon so," Leova argues right back. Not that she stops him from rearranging. "Tired of these. Things. Need something different." That smoky voice stays low, baby-tending low, but there's a quiet urgency to it too. "Funny. Feels like it has." Changed. But she walks his way, careful. "Sure you remember how? She's little." Amber eyes regard him with tiredness-hazed suspicion.

There's a point to prove, clearly, to reassure the new mom. So E'dre nods his head and rises, moving to the package he's left on the table. He opens it up, rummaging around until he retrieves the soft fur blanket. He settles it over his shoulder before reaching for the baby. Once Leova has graced him with the infant, he'll gently tuck the blanekt around and then proceeds to rock the baby with a low humming noise. A wink is thrown Leova's way and a gesture towards the chair. "Come now. 'Little'. Elayne was 'little' once, too.." he trails off to hum, content in his swaying side to side to keep the baby sleeping. "Where's the father? The other..?" he trails off. "Do I know their names yet?"

That's better. Now that he's settled, Leova begins the transfer, cautiously. "How old is she now? Anvori's got Var. Varian. Veylin's named after his mother," definite complexity in Leova's tone there too, beneath all that weariness. Amber eyes intent on the newborn, she steps back just as cautiously, rolling her shoulders with relief. "Don't much like to be set down."

"Lovely names," E'dre responds, quick to apply praise with a warm smile as he continues to sway in a rather feminine rocking. "Elayne? She's almost two turns and a half now..," he pauses, considering, "They grow /so/ fast Leova." He sighs and snuggles in closer to Veylin. "Mmm. Twins. Hardwork. Is he working on moving you all home?" he asks, meaning Anvori. "If you need my help, I'm here.."

"Via's four," Leova says with a grimace. "And a half. Yes. Some of my things go to our ledge. Most to our room, though. We have to, really. The wetnurses..." Her grimace only deepens, and it's just as well that she's not holding Veylin at the moment. She twists again, her back popping this time. "You know, E'dre, we could handle it. But I'm going to say yes, and thanks. For the... blanket? too. We just haven't had much sleep. You know."

"Turns, they fly by..," E'dre murmurs, shaking his head. "Do you need a nap? I'm here, she's sleeping, you can go and curl up on that bed," he twists his head in the direction of the bed that's in viewing distance. "I understand. I.., well, A'ryk..," he turns red and quiet at that, "anyway," he continues, voice soft, "I remember it being hard and sleepless." He steps forward, nodding towards the package. "Please. There's more." There is! Another fur, at least three outfits per infant to wear easily in Reachian weather. "I made them," he says with a small smile. "First thing I've created in almost a turn."

"Could use a nap," Leova won't turn that down. "In my own bed," wistful before she musters herself up again. "It'll come. Anyhow." Her look to him holds sympathy, and no fresh questions about his former weyrmate. With that she goes through the presents, holding up the outfits, admiring them, commenting on this and that. "Pretty something, E'dre. Makes them even more of a something, I mean, your first in all that time. Because of taking Acting?" Or the other mess.

"Four months at that will keep you from any hobby," E'dre answers with a soft chuckle, "Acting. That, is. And just taking on Weyrsecond in the first place." He has a full smile of pride as Leova looks at the clothing and seems pleased them. He continues to rock back and and forth, content in keeping the newborn asleep. "I'm glad you like them. I went off of Elayne's first few sets of clothing, so they should all fit now and for a month or so. Room to grow."

"Nothing I'll have to worry about. Nothing most would have had you worrying about," Leova adds, dry. "Thanks." Again. "Reckon for all that they're small, less stitching and fabric, they still take a whole lot of attention. Planning, and all. Glad that knot's off your shoulder?" Her gaze lingers on her daughter, only to slide away, only to return.

E'dre notices the glances and steps forward, easing the baby back into Leova's arms with a smile. "I know that look," he murmurs, "you're missing her already." He pauses to add a kiss to Leova's cheek, something he hasn't done before. "Yes. It feels good to have it gone. Are you surprised it's my second time of it? How far we've come since we became riders." He moves into the chair opposite her and leans forward to finger one of the small shirts he made. "Not as hard as some dresses." He glances at her, adding, "and how're you? Lots of changes here.. are you two still settled here? Are they treating you well?"

The look Leova casts E'dre might verge on doubtful, but she accepts her daughter nonetheless, and with a one-cornered smile. "Far enough for all of me. Settled enough that we're likely to bring Via back, once the twins are a little older. Hope the worst is over, now." But the harvest tithe still isn't in, now is it. Between the two of them, there are enough things to talk about until Anvori comes back with the even tinier boy, and she can make use of E'dre's offered help until no trace of them in that guest weyr is left.